Madness

Life is always getting me down. That’s what life does, it gets you down. Usually to lift back up, we try some grand scheme to bring back our spirits. But if they fail, then we end up worse. For me, I find joy in the simple things in life. The things we take for granted and the things that go unnoticed. That’s why for all you currently blue people, I shall share my list of simple yet spirit lifting activities!

1) Draw faces on eggs. It’s actually more fun than you think. While making scrambled eggs, I love giggling as I watch the eggs stare in horror at my cooking their friends.

2) Dance in the rain. Forget about how your hair looks or your running make up or getting wet. Act like I child and dance to your heart’s content! Let the rain cool your skin as your heartbeat races. Just watch out for cars.

3) Stare at the clouds. Relax your mind and just chill. Name what the clouds look like and pretend some epic story is happening up there.

4) Take a bath with bubbles. Not a shower. Shower requires energy to stand and soap up and other things. Also, you can’t use bubbles. Baths allow for complete and utter zen time. And if you bathe with bubbles, you can act like Santa or pretend it’s snowing! Whatever your preference.

5) Nap. With so much focus on time and rushing, no one takes naps anymore. What happened to coming home from school or work, plopping down on the sofa and just napping? It’s so relaxing, and you’ll feel better after you awaken.

6) Write. Whenever I have a headache or am just feeling down, I tend to write, like I am now. I would say draw, but for some people they may feel like their artwork isn’t right and become more frustrated. So instead, write things down. It doesn’t have to be perfect, just there so you can vent.

7) Listen to Instrumental Music. This may be a bit difficult as some people have specific tastes, but bear with me here. It can be any type of genre, as long as it’s instrumental. You can input your own words into the lyric-less song, allowing for it to be more personal. For me, my favorite guy is Nujabes (R.I.P.). Just listen and chill.

8) Lay in bed. Just lay there. Be lazy and don’t do anything. Forget the world and just lay there. Even if aliens invade, lay in your bed like a boss. The bed is your throne and you are it’s throne sitter!

9) Look through your drawers.This activity is actually pretty damn cool. I once looked through my drawers to find an eraser and ended up playing a Hamtaro game with my old DS while I had my long lost slinky on my arm and stickers on my face. You will be surprised at the things you end up finding.

10) Smile. Just smile. Smile when you’re down. Smile when you’re up. Smile when you’re bored and smile when you just need something to do. I guarantee that you’ll feel happier just by smiling, and if not, then kick a dog. That will make you grin.

Hope this helps :3

             I hate growing up. I’m only 16, yet the daunting prospect of having to survive on my own absolutely sends me into an uncontrollable rage. Why? I’m still trying to figure that out myself. It seems like everyone in the world, well, every teenager in the world has their life laid out in beautiful, gold studded detail, and all that is missing is the age requirement to act it out. Everyone, except me of course. Call it pessimism, call it narcissism, call it whatever, but it feels like only I can’t figure my shit out. And the funny thing? I know I’m not alone. Far from it actually. All those preppy preps and jocky jocks and gothy Goths and non-cliquer cliques all have their fear of the future. It makes sense really.

             For the past 16, 17, 18 years, the only life they have ever known is that of being raised by someone. From birth to their awkward fazes, some adult like figure is there; guiding the way and laying out plans to help for the future. All their life, the ONLY life they know, is that of being cared for. Suddenly, that’s not so. One day, they’ll leave the house. When they come back, there are no annoying brothers or sisters or doting parents or loyal pets to greet them at the door. When they open that door, it’s just them and an empty house. Even for people who have their plans laid out, even for people who are sick of home and just want to be free, deep down, there is some hidden fear of being alone. It’s a fear that can’t be helped. Does anyone truly wish to forfeit the life they’ve only known for some unforeseen and rather unforgiving future?

           Sure, some of the people reading this (if any) are calling me out by saying they are perfectly fine ditching childhood for the adult life, and really, you probably are. But for the people like me, the ones who smile and nod while others talk about their future, the ones who do their work and brightly aspire to be something, the ones who secretly breakdown inside because they actually believe that they won’t make it, for those people, I just want to say, it’s totally cool. A hell of a lot more people are like that than we realize, but because of the pressure of “maturing”, we keep those fears from surfacing in public, or even to our parents. We allow or minds to dwell ominously in dangerous depths until we lose sight of what we need to focus on. In the end, we become so trapped by our inner fears and paranoia that we can’t move, or even breathe. I don’t know how many times I’ve awoken in the morning welcoming the day, only to curse the time that passes ever so ruthlessly. And you know what? It’s okay.

             Sure, we’re about to enter the adult world soon, and sure, there’s a lot of pressure to succeed. But that doesn’t mean we can’t falter sometimes. We don’t have to be perfect. Our future depends on the effort we put into making it, not the amount of polish our images need to maintain. Everything we do as children won’t mean squat once we enter adulthood, but the effort we used during that time will prepare us for it. So it’s fine to get angry, it’s fine to be insecure on the inside. It doesn’t mean that we’re failing at being mature; rather, it means we admit that out childishness will soon be fading. So while I absolutely hate growing up, and while I absolutely despise a future I can’t see, I’m also kind of looking forward to it. After all, what kind of adult will I make? With my own strength, what will I be able to achieve? It’s an absolutely terrifying prospect, but we’re teenagers. Treating terrifying things with stupidly rash determination is our thing. I just hope I keep my sarcastic view on life.  That’s a must.